Day 2 of the Jaipur Literature Festival was slammed. Packed. Jammed. If you wanted to get your Indian experience of moving in colossal crowds, well, there you were. I’m not sure what made Day 2 so much more dense. People coming for the party that the festival is? Loads of schoolkids? I don’t know. The days of hosting the festival at Diggi Palace are numbered. All four speaking venues were overflowing.
In the morning of Day 2, I watched the “A Time Apart” panel with J.P. Das and Rita Chowdhury. Ms. Chowdhury gave a presentation on her book about Chinese-Indians living in Assam who were, after border conflicts with China, all arrested, moved to concentration camps, and then deported to China even though they had been living in India for generations. I don’t recall the name of the book, though I remember it was Hindi only. I liked her description of it, though. I’ll find it later–perhaps a good place to focus myself on reading Hindi better.
One of the reasons I attended the previous panel was to get an early seat for the following presentation, “One amazing thing” with Chitra Devakurni Banerjee. At the end of the previous panel, people started packing the back of the tent. At the end of the panel they poured in, occupying every stool and divan so densely that it created its own gravity field. They packed in deep in the back. They crawled in from under the edges of the tent. It was intense. Even the festival organizer had to come to the microphone and ask for help getting the authors into the tent so they could speak.
But it wasn’t Ms. Banerjee. It was two other guys and, to my undertrained ears, incomprehensible. It was in Hindi. And I was trapped there in the Kingfisher Baithak tent, not looking forward to squeezing my way out. For thirty minutes I sat there, trying to at least get the essence of what was going on, but to no avail. I finally left when I felt awkward not getting the jokes. As I crawled out under the tent myself, I saw an army of people outside the tent, listening, ravenous to get inside. If anyone knows who that was at 12pm, and again for a repeat performance at 1:30 on the Front Lawns, please inform me. I’m curious what could make a crowd of Indians go absolutely bonkers like that.
Ah… madness… what else, what else?
Rory Stewart talked about his book, The Spaces in Between, and how his skepticism of how useful the big cash and big armies approach to “fixing” Afghanistan led him to walk across the country for eighteen months.
There was a panel on travel writing, “On the Road,” with Anthony Sattin, Katie Hickman, Rory Stewart, Pallavi Aiyar, and William Fiennes. The notable portion of that was Katie Hickman reading from her book about traveling with a circus in Mexico. She read from her own favorite part of the book, which happened after she stopped following the circus and visited a migratory home for Monarch butterflies. What struck me was that I expected a short description of the place and sight, but she turned it into a fantastic world in which you were immersed in the Monarchs themselves. I didn’t catch the name of the book. There is so much that I missed.
Day 2 ended with Katie Hickman and Muzaffar Ali in the panel “From Courtesans East and West” in which they described and compared, yes, courtesans from Lucknow and London. Mr. Ali’s descriptions tried to place the courtesans of Lucknow in a finer, more elegant, more learned place. (This relates to a movie of his, I think. I don’t know the title. Can someone fill me in?) Ms. Hickman focused a bit more in her book on the humorous aspects of their place in society–not bawdy descriptions, no, but a history of the tangled web of mistresses and courtesans and society men and women that existed in London. It wasn’t something that I expected from what I had assumed was totally straight-laced 1800s England.
Day 3… I missed most of this for the Jaipur Half Marathon. Stay tuned for notes on that, etc.
The one full panel I saw was “Migritude” with Abha Dawesar, Shailaja Patel, and Pauline Melville. It was hit and miss. What I appreciated most was Ms. Melville’s incisive comments and answers. For example, the other two opened with poems and stories from their books, but Ms. Melville opened by pointing at the list of sponsors in the back and accusing them of forcing many migrations with their actions of opening and closing facilities around the world, displacing and replacing thousands of people. An unexpected zing–I think I’ll check her out again on Day 4.